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In a silent forest clearing, where moments ago a brutal hunt took place, the torn remains of a deer still lie on the bloodstained ground. Its ribcage is open and skeletal, a few shreds of flesh clinging to the bones, with buzzing flies circling above. Now, from the shadows, a small, yellowish puppy cautiously walks into the frame. He is wearing a simple, slightly dirty white T-shirt and loose blue jeans, torn at the knees. His clothes look worn, reflecting poverty and hardship, yet his eyes are soft — full of pain and curiosity. He quietly approaches the deer’s remains, sniffing the air gently. The place still smells of blood and death. The puppy doesn't touch the bones — instead, he sits down next to the carcass, folding his legs, his head lowered slightly as if thinking deeply. He doesn’t look scared — just quietly emotional, like he understands what happened here. His ears flick occasionally at the sound of distant birds or moving leaves, but he stays still, seated beside the fallen animal like a silent witness to the cruelty of nature. The background is dim, with sunlight barely breaking through the dense forest canopy. There's a strange peace in the air now — after all the chaos. The camera is focused fully on the puppy and the deer bones, keeping them centered in frame with no distractions. This is not just an image — it's a story of innocence confronting the harsh reality of the wild.